Duke didn’t try to stop him. He didn’t go after him. He waited until Lucifer was out of sight and then dropped, all the terror and rage and grief of the day swamping him at once.
Audrey was gone. She’d broken through long enough to tell Duke to let her go, and now she was wherever Mara had ended up with no way back. Octavia was troubled (oh fuck Tavi was troubled!) because Duke had exploded (he’d actually exploded; he couldn’t remember that part, just the sharp bitter terror and knowing that he wasn’t finished, which was plenty) and now Lucifer had walked away.
And Duke was alone. And empty.
He knelt on the floor of the galley, one hand braced on the floor, the other still fisted in his hair, and tried to remember how to breathe.
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Audrey was gone. She’d broken through long enough to tell Duke to let her go, and now she was wherever Mara had ended up with no way back. Octavia was troubled (oh fuck Tavi was troubled!) because Duke had exploded (he’d actually exploded; he couldn’t remember that part, just the sharp bitter terror and knowing that he wasn’t finished, which was plenty) and now Lucifer had walked away.
And Duke was alone. And empty.
He knelt on the floor of the galley, one hand braced on the floor, the other still fisted in his hair, and tried to remember how to breathe.